Let bird’s beak nestle twig into your hair.
Let her create warm nest that home her young
in those strands that have spent years under iron & dye.
Let snail leave silky trail
across those soles that
have carried you great distances
without ever having arrived at a destination.
And let bee make honey from your
sorrows, a little pollen gathered from each
Let spindrifts wash your tired face,
salty dew cleansing away years of armour.
Let daisies furbelow your toes
and spider web its thread through open cuts
Let roots grow,
from ever skin cell reaching towards your centre,
weaving you in from corner to corner
into heart’s home.
escape your lips,
one transformative spell at a time.
Let moss grow in your darkness,
granting you direction
towards earnest liberation.
Let mind be as it is. A vast sky of space
allowing each cloud a right of passage.
Let yourself stand still, long enough for
ivy to enshroud you, willow enfold you, the fern unfurl you,
and earth to hold you…
And all will be healed.